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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

View to a Thrill: Defeets!

Lima, Peru on a nice day

While in Lima, I
took advantage of one of my favorite layover activities: I got a
massage. A flying partner had recommended the blind lady massage
place, just over a mile away from our hotel. She spoke very highly of
her past experience, and in total, there were five of us who set out
together. I was also interested in a pedicure, but only if from the
sight-enabled. Sorry, but I don't trust that type of work to the
non-seeing.

Picking at my feets

Before my massage, I
went behind a curtain from the waiting area for my pedicure.
Everything was very clean and I could see that the implements to be
used were removed from a sterilizing device. The friendly Inca woman
wore a white overcoat, gloves and mask. It's a good thing. Not that
my feet weren't fresh, but all the dust soon to come off of them
would have clogged her up good!

She began by
spraying my feet with a fine mist and massaging them with a perfect
touch. It felt so good. She then grabbed a tin box and began digging
out metal implements and picks, much akin to what you'd expect to see
at the dentist. She got in there deep, picking and tugging. She
scraped off layers of dead skin. She grabbed a power tool, yes, a
power tool, and went to work on my nails, cuticles and soles. I now
knew what it felt like to be a horse. She went after my hooves while
smoke and dead skin dust went flying this way and that. It all felt
divine! I was the prize animal getting ready for the show...blue
ribbons, to be sure.

When done, nearly an
hour later, she lotioned my feet up and massaged them once more. I
felt like royalty, while asking, as I usually do in situations such
as this, “I wonder what the poor people are doing.” The Incan
woman couldn't understand me. Ah, who cares?

The power tool on my hooves

I glided into my
massage on feet clean enough to eat off of and feeling pretty well.
There was no wait for the massage, and I was certainly ready to
continue the royal treatment.

I was escorted into
the dim room by a tiny Incan woman with cloudy eyes. She was blind,
as witnessed from the manner in which she felt her way around the
room and my back. I got on the massage table and her tiny hands
showed unusual power as they blindly, at first, found their way
around my body to the spots in need of work, using great intuition-
working out the irritating knots. I opened my eyes while on the table
and noticed her amazingly tiny feet. I swear her shoes were made for
a 5-year old!

Soft, white, fluffy clouds

But after my tiny
Incan woman was done, I felt I was the king of the world, but for a
fraction of the cost; only $25US for the massage and pedicure.
Next time, however, I'd like to go for the two-hour massage and maybe
I'll consider taking a cab the mile or so back to the hotel instead
of walking, as we did. Or better yet, just catch a ride on a nice,
soft, white, fluffy cloud!